Okay, okay, okay...I'm convinced. Convinced that it's a numbers game, convinced no date is a bad date, convinced you never know who or where or when...yadda yadda yadda.
So thank you for all your comments. Yes it was a desperate ploy to finally get some action on my blog. Shameless, I know, but hey- it worked. So there. The comments were and you all are truly appreciated. After all, I only began blogging to be a part of this community. Of women and singletons and smug-marrieds and girlfriends and ex-girlfriends and professionals and writers and thinkers and artists and yes I guess to hear what the men had to say too. I wanna hear what you think. I want to engage and be engaged. Even over silly non-life-changing things like first dates.
Therefore, since you commented, I will in fact blind date. This Saturday at noon my self-imposed blind date will commence. While I've been single for years now after 6 years of coupledom before that and been on at least 50+ first dates, if not a 100, I never have in fact been on a blind date. I know it must change the way you approach the date or how things might go but I'm not sure how. Fear of physical rejection I suppose. Not liking the way he looks. Him not being attracted to me. Lack of that je ne sais quoi chemistry that usually sparks an interest in dating by two people who meet organically beforehand.
I'd love to hear from you. Tales of blind dates. The good, the bad, THE UGLY and of course the eye opening and enlightening. Tips for handling the unexpected? How to deal w/ the fact that I don't remember meeting or talking w/ him in the slightest?
I could spend a lot of time being annoying and anxious and overanalyzing all of this. But fortunately I unfortunately had a freak metro accident which left me mildly concussed. (Is "concussed" a word?) At any rate, I'm far too busy lying in the dark with two bags of baby corn on my forehead to give it too much more thought than this:
He called. He asked me out. He may not have a sexy first name. But he has a sexy voice. Other than that, I'm too tired and drugged up to wonder or worry. I'm gonna get some rest and mainly just try to where something clean, not get drunk and try to remember him this time. And maybe, just maybe, Mr. SexyVoice will turn out to actually be Sexy. Here's hoping...